Who Guards the Guardians? (TFP/Bayverse crossover)

Jumping off cliffs

The days ahead feel like years until it is finally time to go retrieve Cliffjumper. Rachel slowly walks out from the hangar, eyes heavy and a large cup of coffee in her hand. Up on the walkway, William and Ratchet are keeping close eyes on the trajectory of the ship. Wheeljack and Bulkhead were still working on whatever Ratchet had them doing. Optimus and the others had left on an energon run after Agent Fowler called in with information on a large, untapped deposit.

Rachel rubs her face and slowly makes her way over to the other two watching the screens. Hearing her sigh, Ratchet turns and gives her a smile. "Still won't shut his trap, will he?" Rachel shakes her head, then holds it with a hiss. "I swear, I will kill him all over again...." The doc releases a heavy vent, then kneels down and offers an open servo. Rachel gratefully climbs on and catches herself as he lifts her up the William, and the man helps her off. Will then guides her towards the computers, where a pill bottle and a bottle of water. Rachel quickly hugs Lennox, then carefully take two pills from the bottle and chugs the entire water bottle before quickly turning back to her coffee.

Lennox slightly chuckles, and turns back to Ratchet. "It seems he will be landing in less than seven hours. We need to leave soon.... Rachel, are you ready for the mission?" His gaze falls on the girl who takes a sip of the hot coffee, then smirks. "I'm not missing this for the world." She hears Jazz say something, but Broadwing tackles him and clamps a clawed servo over his face. "Your blabbering has already affected her conscious state enough. Allow her to rest from your antics so we can successfully retrieve your friend. Or would you rather us stay because she cannot function?"

Jazz finally shuts up and Rachel sighs. Ratchet looks at her, then turns back to the screens. "You may want to go get dressed. I am sure they wouldn't approve of.... nightwear on the field." Rachel tilts her head, then gazes down and gasps. "Whoops. Guess I should..... Oh wait." With a sly smirk, she taps her arm twice and the panel opens. She chooses the first setting, which was simply showing the armor. Her clothing quickly shifts into the trylithium armor and Ratchet eyes it carefully. "Did you... Sleep in that?" Rachel huffs. "If I wasn't supposed to, you shouldn't have made it so comfortable." Ratchet only rolls his optics while Major Lennox smirks. "Alright, Captain. Lets gather the others." Rachel glances down at her wrist and smirks as the light seems to refract around a hidden object. "Aye, aye, sir." She says, gazing up and winking at Ratchet. The medic only huffs before returning to his work.

As Lennox walks down the stairs, Rachel vaults over the railing and lands without a sound. The Major rolls his eyes as she walks up next to him. 

"Show off." 

"Jealous much?"

Lennox scoffs as they continue to walk, however he doesn't say anything. This makes Rachel smirk, Jazz laugh, and they could all have sworn they heard Ratchet cough back his own laughter. Major Lennox sighs and finally makes it over to the wall that holds the 'human sized' version of the communications array. He begins typing, and Rachel watches closely. She stops him, types up a few things, then motions him to continue. The Major looks at her, then back at the screen. "You nearly sent a message to Opsimisus Prime... You're getting better at Cybertronian, though!" Lennox groans, then moves over. Rachel tries to reassure him, but he shakes his head. "We need to get moving, so we can continue lessons later."

Rachel agrees then quickly sends out the comm. She gets a quick reply, and activates voice comm link. "Rachel, are we preparing to set off to retrieve Cliffjumper?" At first she nods her head, then replies. "Yes, sir. We need you all to head back as soon as you can. He is estimated to make land in seven hours in Egypt." 

Optimus makes a grunt, then tires skidding echo around. "We may be delayed." Silence rings out until a menacing laugh is released, sending shivers down everyone's spines and backstruts...